Page 146 of Brie's Submission
“No, Mr. Reynolds, I’m sorry! You know this isn’t normal for me.”
“It would be best if you don’t come in tomorrow. Understand I will send you home if you show up.”
Brie felt horrible. “Mr. Reynolds…”
“Think of it as a vacation. Of course, it is an unpaid vacation, but you can sleep in tomorrow morning.”
She gave him a quick hug and left with a skip in her step. Tonight she would be under the domination of Sir…
Brie came home to find a large package at her front door. She excitedly picked it up and took it into her tiny apartment. Surprises were a weakness of hers, so she ripped into it before shutting the door. When she’d lifted off the lid and pulled back the tissue paper, she gasped in delight. Not only was there a sequined gown of gold and black, but there were also classy six-inch heels, a black lace garter belt, silk hose, and a sexy front-clasp bra and panty set. His taste was impeccable.
Brie purred when she lifted up the dress, noting the sleek gold zipper down the front, and held it against her. She danced in a circle, imagining how the night would play out. How would Sir take her kingly fantasy and make it a reality? It was obvious he would be going with a modern scene. Would he end up playing the priest? She desperately hoped so!
She took extra time shaving, caressing her skin with oils, manicuring her nails, and styling her hair. She wanted to be perfect for Sir. Then she waited anxiously by the door, willing the doorbell to ring.
Exactly at six, he came for her. She straightened her dress and smoothed out her hair one last time before opening the door to him. She couldn’t breathe when she saw the man standing before her. Sir was dressed in a striking suit of dark gray. His brown hair was brushed back loosely and he wore a naughty smirk—the kind that turned Brie into putty. Over his arm, he carried a fur.
She held onto the doorknob for support. “Good evening, Sir.”
“Tonight you will call me Khan.” So he was playing the role of a ruler. What did that mean for the evening—for her?
“If it pleases you, Khan.”
“Turn around for me, girl.”
Brie turned slowly for him, basking in his rapt attention. He shut the door before he exclaimed, “This will not do.”
Sir put down the fur wrap and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling at the seams. She heard them rip.
“Better.”
Brie looked back and saw that the slit of her dress nearly reached the crease of her ass now. He caressed her buttocks before peeling off the black lace panties. He threw them in the box. “It was a mistake to include these. Totally unnecessary.” The authoritative way he handled her was sexy and already had her moist between the legs. “Face the wall.”
She turned away from him and purred when he took her wrists and tied them together behind her back. Was he going to ravish her now?
Instead of being taken by Sir, she felt the fur caress her shoulders as it covered her arms from view. “My elegant property,” he murmured in her ear. He placed his arm on her back and guided her out of the apartment.
Brie felt the butterflies start as he led her to a limousine. The driver opened the door and Sir helped her into the vehicle. The oversized seats were made of leather and it looked as if the limo could hold at least twelve people.
Sir sat down beside her and nodded to the driver before he shut the door. Sir grasped her chin and kissed her roughly. Brie’s heart did a flip-flop.
“You are here for my pleasure,” he stated, setting up the fantasy.
“Yes, Khan.”
“You will not deny me.”
“No, Khan.”
She expected him to take her then, but he buckled her in the seat and moved across from her. He sat with his legs open in a relaxed but powerful position. Sir spent the drive staring at her, saying nothing.
When they arrived, Brie expected to see an upscale restaurant but was greeted by the sight of a warehouse instead. Sir guided his shocked submissive over the cracking asphalt and into the building. The expansive warehouse housed an arena. The place was smoky and crowded with men, making it difficult to see the main entertainment, a large metal cage in the middle of the building. Inside the enclosure two men, both bloody and beaten, fought ruthlessly as the crowd cheered on. Brie shuddered and turned away as one of the men took a solid kick to the head and crashed to the floor.
“Watch your victor, girl,” Sir told her.
Brie watched in dismay as the downed man was repeatedly beaten until the referee finally called the fight. The crowd went wild as the champion raised his fist in the air. He exited the cage and was accosted by fans as he made his way through the multitudes. The fighter was stopped by Sir’s driver. After a brief conversation, the muscle-bound man turned and headed straight towards Brie. He looked fierce with his large muscles and tattoo-covered chest.
She held her breath, wondering what Sir had in mind. The wild-eyed man approached her, obviously high from the fight. A smile spread across his face as he looked her over. “My prize?”
